We heard swishies of wind, and then this popped into Our head. xD
Pairing: A bit of RoyHav mentioned
Disclaimer: Don't own it!
writer
He's a writer.
When it's cold at night and the wind is howling and he's by himself in the little apartment he rents from Mr Havoc, his landlord, (though he sometimes doesn't have to pay at all; Havoc has a thing for him) he sits in front of his little antique typewriter and writes. Writes until he thinks he's almost going to shrivel up from having no more inspiration, but then more comes and he keeps going.
He writes about an alternate world, where he is not just a businessman. No one else has seen this hidden world of his, no one knows that he is not just what the surface world sees.
No, there is depth behind the dark eyes that no one but him sees, because he's not fool enough to show them, because he knows they would probably look at him strangely if they read of his separate universe, the one where he is someone totally different, the one that only exists in his mind.
He pauses in his typing. It's getting cold, and he stands, pulling on a housecoat and moving to the kitchen to boil some water for a quick cup of coffee. He enjoys having a warm drink beside him while he writes, he finds it helps him think.
When the button on the electric kettle clicks back down to signify that the water is boiled to satisfaction, he pours the cup and goes back to the desk. Maybe he'll stop writing for tonight. It's getting late, so he'll leave it till the morning. He's a little sad to leave his little world behind, where he's not just Roy, where he's Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, but that's fine, because he can come back to it. He always comes back, after all.